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This poem is taken from PN Review 17, Volume 7 Number 3, January - February 1981.

I Know Thee Who Thou Art Alistair Elliot

Chilled in the dusty nearly level sun
Of March among the buildings, I decide
To ambush buses elsewhere; then, one comes.
(The urban gospel: 'Sod's Law will provide.')

I settle by a window, in the last
Place left where one can keep on being one.
The man behind me dithers in the aisle
Among averted eyes and sprawling bums,
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